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FLOR NUBE 

Sara Lupita Olivares | Poetry

searched the sky, no sound, coyote hung in a tree by hindlegs 

you are given glimpses of heaven, rarity, later will it be much different  

tulle, entity like trees, planetary, heard only the air before I’d thought 

of layers, waves, sky unsegmented go where you unpiece, which connects  

vibrancy of force and mending, we are under clouds which do you love